The second of my two poems today, this will hopefully make you think a little more on that previous point: When you look within yourself, where are you really looking? Self-study is a never-ending pursuit. I find what I struggle with the most is trying to find out which parts of myself are me or just reactionary because sometimes your nature is nurture and both can be wrong. Doubt yourself to find yourself (with confidence).
Refraction
it’s hard
it’s hard
so hard
to gaze down upon you and see so stuck within you, that shard
it’s glass
a mirror
it’s only, if only, slightly queerer
the fact you do not know, how this came to pass
the mirror
that mirror
formerly so much clearer
now broken forth into a thousand shards and pieces of glass
you look into the broken shard, protruding from your torso
spotting your reflection, now curious even moreso
how did i come to have this shard of glass so roughly cleft betwixt my breast
my best
i thought i’d passed the test
not so, dear friend
but knowing you, it’s not the end
so must you now, choose to tend
to that rift within your chest
fatal flaw, bereft of jest
so tell me now
whilst you have your tea
by no avow
what do you see?
Poems by Sam 